Luyện nghe bài hát Crocodile Python

Closest to me want to see me in a box
Is it jealousy or am I by the gods
My son's mother don't when or where to start
All the years that I her, trick never had a job
Unemployed that'll get a bitch
But unlike them other, boys she watched me 'em with finesse
I took a turn pussy boy, pick up a book and
your ass in a church before I end the verse
Rims on the whip got it hypnotic
Stuffing in my pockets as you niggas watching
python, all my ice on
And ain't nobody fucking with me the mics on
She so ecstatic when I her with the lights on
I feel the same when my niggas send the home

Damn, why they want to me for my paper?
They want the deeds to my of labor
Every time I turn
put a lean on a king crown
Ten million was the last
Devil wanna deal a nigga or debt
They want to own thing I own
They drones to survey my home
Suits designed to protect my
Bloody Glock 40 to protect

Cubans on my neck like a python
On the I'm the one they got their eyes on
Skip your name, now they to know your tax bracket
Tell 'em that you me and the pussy's automatic
I paid dues in streets
I gave so I got nothing to lose in these streets
asked me am I in Illuminati
Beat cases like John Gotti
White man fear a nigga with a mind
And if you disagree tell him he can free mine
Took my and gave me an ankle monitor
So many these haters'll start popping up
Renounced my citizenship and to Singapore
Couple tax breaks all accounts

Damn, why they want to stick me for my
They want the deeds to my of labor
Every time I turn
Lawsuits put a on a king crown
Ten million was the last
Devil wanna a nigga death or debt
They want to own thing I own
They sends to survey my home
Suits to protect my wealth
Bloody Glock 40 to myself

She fell in love with the flow, a beautiful stroke
Fascinated kilo grams of that coke
with 25 and never knew his social number
Mac-11 for Gucci belt to go up under
man's pride, see it in my eyes
Fayette county prosecutor want to a nigga house
So much for the police
Clan rally niggas from them oak trees
Wood in the Wraith on the skinny tires
Crocodile seats on the carbon fiber
Hot boy, stash box in the gas
Man of leisure to the top I took the

(Maybach Music)

Damn, why want to stick me for my paper?
They want the to my fruit of labor
time I turn around
Lawsuits put a on a king crown
Ten million was the last
Devil wanna deal a nigga death or
want to own every thing I own
They drones to survey my home
Suits to protect my wealth
Bloody 40 to protect myself